Qin Lin found Han Su's words oddly amusing.
He could hear a note of entitlement in the man's tone.
As if selling him pasture seed were only right and proper.
What was more, the man had the gall to say something as high-minded as, "We're both southern ranches, so we should work together against the northern ranches."
It made it sound as if Qin Lin should feel honored that he'd come to buy the seeds, and should naturally agree to sell them.
Looking at Han Su, Qin Lin teased, "Boss Han, they're only pasture seeds. You don't need to buy them from me. I bought mine from a seed company in Ming City. I can recommend them to you, and you can buy directly from them."
Han Su's expression darkened at once. "Boss Qin, you know that's not what I mean. Those ordinary seeds aren't what I need."
Qin Lin smiled. "Then there's nothing I can do. We grew our pasture grass from that company's seeds."
"..."
Han Su fell silent.
He understood that the other man was just fobbing him off and had no intention of selling him any seeds.
But, on second thought, if he had grass like this, he wouldn't sell it to anyone either.
Still, this Qin fellow was young and hotheaded. He didn't leave people any room when turning them down. More importantly, this grass was a valuable find, while the security at the other man's ranch was practically nonexistent.
With that in mind, Han Su smiled pleasantly. "Boss Qin, sometimes you don't need to buy something to get it. Often, people pay only so both sides can save face."
After saying that, he looked at Qin Lin with a knowing smile.
His meaning was clear: he wanted the grass, and buying it wasn't the